3-17-18
Sounds of the forest escape through eye sockets, and the horrors I have fallen from come in class and high dollars, I should've just swung.
Eye level, drinking rims of stars, with the devil, and his rims are made of stars, while he tells me he's a rebel. I listen close, and notice, I soak, in the details of your treason, even animals kill themselves only with good reason. Flashy lights, you want the moon in your palm, but to get so close, I know you shouldn't want, what it seems is not what it may be, silence the thoughts and the world has songs.
Used to lay on a glass table- a rail, and a cable, a white cloud of silver lining, a world for the taking- now I'm able.
Beneath the sins, we knock shit down underground- sell me a drink, I'm from the hills, I'm from the dirt you depend on, the resources we need, and I've been around- I'm a legend.
The night sets in cold, environmental freezer, green globes, I see. We don't speak, I tell you the truth, but it's not yours to keep. Circle of stone, a promise to meet. I'll hand over my keys, if you'd just listen to me. The bird, she's in a cage, I locked it when I had it, they seem to know what's different, why I'm set apart.

I think I understand why they're watching.
- (m.m)